Since I’ve had kids I’ve been terrified of dying. Terrified. As I lay awake this morning between my sweet sleeping boy and girl I became just petrified about it. The kind of fear when your heart pounds, you feel sweaty and nauseous and you almost get swallowed up by the fear.
My chest has been kind of tight and painful in the nights recently and I need to get it checked out with my doctor who is so far away and hard to get an appointment with that it’s easy to put off. In the stillness I convinced myself I had lung cancer from those 16 odd years I smoked, even though I’ve been smoke free for another 13 more. My kids have been sick and vulnerable and needy recently and it reminds me how MUCH they need me and how any separation, temporary or permanent, would be devastating. This is what it’s like to be a mother: when your biggest worry is about dying and leaving your children behind, even though it happens all over the world every day, to someone.